by S. C. Adams
She giggles.
“I’m not playing a game right now, but I can always start if you want me to. I am at your beck and call, Mr. Keller.”
“Oh, you little vixen,” I breathe. She’s getting the rise out of me that she wants. I tell her to be waiting for me on all fours, nude and ready when I get home.
I don’t get a response, only rapid breathing. Looks like I got the rise that I wanted.
“Nellie? Do I have to repeat myself?”
“No, everything will be ready when you get home. I promise, Mr. Keller.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I hang up, desperately aroused. All I need to know is that I’m going to have a sweet treat waiting for me when I open my door in three hours.
I look at the pictures that Nellie sent me again. I should have these blown up and framed. I’m definitely going to make sure that I never lose a single one of them.
Jesus fuck!
I close my phone, putting it down and away from me. I need to focus.
Turning on my computer, I start typing up a report from our meeting. I’d rather be on my way home right now, but I promised Colt that I would take care of this stuff today. He’s doing profit projections, which are just as tedious, so I’ve got to keep up my end of the bargain.
“This better be worth it,” I whisper. Colt’s been wanting to expand Jaybird for a while. I’ve been against it because every time we’ve gotten bigger, it meant more working in the office, and less working on bikes. It’s okay, but it doesn’t add to my happiness quotient.
After all, when we first started this chop shop, I thought I’d get a chance to work on interesting restoration projects. I’d get to interact with people who are just as devoted to riding as Colt and I are.
And in the beginning, that’s what it was. We were small enough that we had to do all of the work ourselves. There was still a lot of this overhead stuff, but we got our time in the garage. But now we’re co-owners of a popular business, and co-owners in our position don’t get much time to toil in the garage. Instead, I’m riding a desk these days.
I’m not going to bitch too heavily, though. I am fortunate and make a lot of money. It would just be nice to get back to the basics, which is why I’ve been against further growth. But now Colt’s pushed the issue again, and he’s done a lot of research too. It seems that maybe we can have it both ways: we can expand Jaybird and I can also spend more time working with my hands. Maybe it’s possible. It’s definitely something to explore.
Which is why I’ve got to write this goddamn report up before going home to my girl.
13
Nash
I finish my mountain of paperwork, meaning I’ll be arriving back home on time. I put everything away and leave my office. I’m almost out of there, when I run into Colt.
“Hey, thanks for sending me the report. I put it all together in a package, and I’m going to send it to the potential new investors. They’re really interested in our expansion.”
“Sounds great,” I grunt, already looking to the door.
“I know you’re not super excited about paperwork and shit. It sucks, I know. But once we’re done, it’s going to be totally worth it, and I found us the perfect bike to restore in celebration.”
I nod my head impatiently.
“I know it’ll be worth it, Colt. I trust you. And I want to hear more about this bike, but I have an eager and waiting woman to get home to. If I leave right now, she should be on all fours by the time I walk in the door.”
My buddy grins with a knowing look in his eye.
“Well, don’t let me keep you then. I’m sure Amy is patiently awaiting my return as well – hopefully in her birthday suit as well.” After all, my friend’s just like me. We’re both enjoying our kept women, and their curves have made us very happy men. We say goodbye, and I get on my bike. I have to adjust myself because I’m a little stiffer in the pants area than usual.
Fuck! This woman is going to be the death of me. She has to know what an absolute maniac she turns me into.
And, if she doesn’t, I’m about to show her.
I make it back home in record time, the excitement almost getting the best of me. There’s a chance I ran a red light or two back there, but the legality of my ride is of little concern to me. Nellie is the only thing on my mind. I park my motorcycle in its usual spot, leaving my helmet hanging off the edge.
I practically run up the driveway and put my key in the lock. While I open the door, the entryway is silent. Slowly, I push the heavy wooden door open, and then Nellie is revealed to me. She’s a few feet back from the door, on her hands and knees just like I requested. She has on the blindfold, and her lush ass is pointed my way, revealing that pink slit between her thighs. It’s already dripping and swollen with anticipation, which I love.
I close the door behind me, and Nellie turns her head in the direction of the sound.
“Nash,” she breathes. I don’t answer, dropping my bag on the floor. It makes a loud thump. Nellie slightly jumps at the sound but stays in her spot. I take my shoes off next, letting them hit the floor in a similar fashion.
Nellie’s breathing picks up, her breasts swinging back and forth. I’m already hard looking at her sexy body waiting for me to devour it. If I was a lesser man, I’d grab her ass and bury myself deep inside her this instant, but I’m here to savor this moment.
“Do you know why you’re on the floor?”
I’m walking around her, getting an eyeful.
“No.”
“No?” I ask.
“No,” she repeats. I see a quick smirk. It’s something she tries to hide, but Nellie isn’t fast enough.
So, she wants to play.
That’s okay. I can play.
“Well, you’ve been a very bad girl, and I need to teach you a lesson.”
“What are you going to teach me?”
I don’t say anything, taking a moment to kneel down in front of her. Her head is turned towards me, eyes covered. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, swiping along it before disappearing.
I place my finger under her delicate chin, lifting up her head. Her throat moves when she swallows, and then she lets out soft breath. Her beauty is like a chokehold around my neck. She’s literally so lush and gorgeous that I find it difficult to breathe.
“Let’s have some fun,” I rasp. “Are you ready?”
14
Nellie
It’s finally the night that Amy is coming over for dinner. I’d planned on asking Nash the second he got home, but we got distracted for more than a few hours. He plunged into me right there by the door, and I screamed with ecstasy. It was so dirty, and hot juices gushed all over the marble floor. Then, to my surprise, Nash kissed me on my brown buttonhole.
“Oh my gosh!” I cried out.
Nash soothed me with one big hand down my sinuous back.
“It’s going to be fine, Nells,” he growled. “Just relax and enjoy.”
“But it’s filthy down there!” I cry out.
His blue eyes gleam.
“Sweetheart, if I want you to come with my tongue in your pucker, then you will. Now shush.”
Sure enough, Nash thrust his tongue into my bottom hole again, and it was wonderful. My pleats contracted while I moaned with ecstasy, and then Nash reared up again and claimed me once more.
Of course, after that, I felt emboldened to ask him about my get-together with Amy, and it ended up being no big deal. Nash was more than willing to have Amy and Colt over, and I sighed happily. He’s always doing things to make me happy.
After all, the alpha male treats me unbelievably well. Which don’t get me wrong, has been beyond amazing. It’s just that I’m starting to wonder about our arrangement. Everything has been feeling less and less like a transaction, and almost like we’re in a relationship.
Which has made me feel a little weird because we’re not. We’re definitely not, in fact. I’m getting paid for my time, and we’re going our separate
ways shortly, in fact.
But Nash hasn’t mentioned a single thing about stuff like that. Not once.
He’s so hard to crack. I wish I could read what’s going on in his head. It would make some things a whole lot simpler. He can just be so damn impenetrable, though!
But tonight is not the night to wonder about our future, if there even is one. We’re entertaining our friends, and I’ve got to put on my hostess hat.
It’ll be absolutely perfect.
“Nellie?” comes a low growl.
I turn around and see Nash standing by the entrance of the kitchen.
“Mm-hm?”
“What are you doing?”
I tilt my head, confused. I’m not sure what he’s asking me. I feel like it’s obvious that I’m preparing our home for Amy and Colt.
“I’m making sure everything is ready for the dinner. You know, food?”
He grins.
“Didn’t Brenda already make sure everything is ready? Don’t we just have to put the meal on the table?” I push my hair out of my face because I know Nash is making sense, but I’m a perfectionist sometimes, and have to double check everything. It won’t feel right until I know it’s right.
“Yeah, but I want it all to be perfect. I have to make sure it’s good to go. I mean I still have to wipe everything down one last time, and do you think it’s a little hot in here? Our guests won’t like it if it’s too hot.”
I go back to checking on the food, not wanting to get distracted. If I can finish up in here, I’ll have time to do a quick sweep on the dining room.
But while I’m checking the food, I hear Nash start to approach me, and I look up to watch him. He gets as close as he can to me and wraps his hands around my center, pulling my body to his. My hands go up, palms splayed and resting on his chest.
“You need to calm down, Nellie,” he growls in my ear.
“I can’t. There’s still so much to do.”
“Nellie,” Nash sternly says. “Calm down.” He squeezes me, bringing us even closer together. I take in a mighty inhale, closing my eyes, my body shuddering against him. I’m able to push thoughts of hosting to the back of my head, but my heart rate stays elevated.
I open my eyes to look back at Nash.
“Touching me won’t calm me down.”
“Oh, yeah,” Nash smirks. His face comes close to mine, and his lips nuzzle my neck. “Are you any calmer now?” he mumbles against my skin.
I thread my fingers in the hair at the base of his neck.
“I don’t know,” I breathe. He moves his mouth along my collarbone, his teeth softly scraping the area.
“How about now?”
“Nash,” I sigh. “They’ll be here soon.” He chuckles against me, his body vibrating along mine. He moves his head until he’s facing me. His eyes stare straight into mine while I feel his hand go down my body.
“Are you sure we don’t have any time?” he rasps. I bite down on my bottom lip. I know Amy and Colt should be here any minute, but Amy is chronically late, so maybe we have a little bit of time.
“Maybe we can –,” I start, but I’m interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I let out a heavy sigh. Looks like Amy decided to be on time. That means we have to put a hold on what’s going on.
“I guess we really didn’t have any time,” Nash remarks.
“Yeah,” I pout.
He grins.
“We’ll continue this later. Why don’t you get the door, and I’ll take care of this …,” Nash trails off and looks down. I look down with him and see his sizable erection.
“Oh, okay. I’ll let our guests in.”
“Good girl.” He kisses my forehead and then lets me go. I’m wearing one of the filmy night dresses Nash bought me with a lingerie set underneath. I also have on a high pair of heels. I didn’t think we’d wear the usual, but Nash told me to because having Colt over wasn’t like having a “regular” guest over.
At first, I was hesitant. I was a little freaked out about dressing like this in front of Colton, but now, I’m not even worried. Trusting in Nash makes it that much easier. He makes me feel calm about everything, and takes away my fears.
Which is the exact opposite of life before him.
I get to the door and open it up. Colton and Amy are standing outside, and I almost lose all of my shit when I see my best friend.
“Nellie!” Amy squeals, opening up her arms and bringing me into a huge hug. She’s wearing a long coat, and it slips along my body as she rocks us back and forth. I wrap my arms around her, just as happy to see her.
We break apart and look at one another.
“I’m so happy you’re here!” I exclaim.
“I’m so happy to be here! Where’s Nash?”
“He’s in the kitchen. He should be out in a second. Do you want me to take your coat?” Amy nods and shrugs it off. Like me, she’s dressed in nothing but lacy, filmy lingerie and a pair of heels with her hair and make-up done perfectly. It doesn’t even feel strange. The men will be fully clothed, while the women wear close to nothing while teetering around in sky-high heels.
But my friend takes it all in a stride. Amy smiles as she hands me her coat, and I hang it up.
“Hi, Colt,” I say after putting Amy’s coat away.
I feel like I ignored him a little bit because I was so caught up in seeing my friend.
“Hey, Nellie.”
Suddenly, footsteps sound in back of us.
“Colt!” I turn around and see Nash walking over to us. I take a quick look down at his jeans, and it looks like he took care of what he needed to take care of.
“Nash, hey.” The two of them casually shake hands in that bro-y way guys do.
“Has Nellie been keeping you two entertained?” Nash asks.
“Yeah, she was very welcoming. I can tell this is going to be an amazing night already,” Colt grins.
Nash nods and drapes a heavy arm around me, pulling me close to his side. I blush a little bit. Sometimes Nash just gets to me. He’s always physically affectionate, and I’m a sucker for his gestures.
“Why don’t we just jump into dinner then?” I ask brightly. “I don’t want our meal getting cold.”
Amy and Colt follow us into the dining room. We didn’t have a chance to put any of the food on the table because Nash and I got distracted, but there’s already some wine and four glasses.
“You guys pour yourselves a glass of wine, and Nellie and I are going to bring the food out,” Nash instructs.
“Yeah, okay,” Colt answers. He picks up the wine and bottle opener. “I could use a drink if I’ve got to deal with this buffoon all night,” he cracks. The bottle makes a popping noise after Colt pulls out the cork.
“Whatever, man,” Nash chuckles. “Do what you gotta do.”
Nash takes my hand and leads me back to the kitchen.
“Looks like you managed to make yourself decent for company,” I tease.
“Not too decent, I hope,” he says with a smirk. I giggle and take the two bowls he’s offering me. Nash is doing most of the heavy lifting. I’ve just got the salad and a little bit of pasta. Nash has the roasted potatoes and steaks which I know are a lot heavier.
That’s my man. Always doing the most.
“Okay, let’s go,” Nash motions with his head. I follow him out to the dining room, and we find Amy and Colt laughing while sipping on their wine. Amy’s laugh is a lot bigger than Colt’s, but it not hard to see that he is enamored with her.
It brings back that question I had on my mind earlier. The one about me and Nash, and our future.
I take a deep breath, not wanting to make myself all worried and sad. Not when my best friend in the whole world is here.
“Dinner’s ready!” I announce. Amy looks at the food we have in our arms.
“Is that gnocchi?” she asks, eyes wide.
“It is,” I answer.
“Oooh, my favorite. You treat me so well,” she groans before grabbing on to my cheeks and
kissing my forehead. “Jesus! Let me help you. I don’t want you to strain yourself,” she says while taking the pasta from me. It is helpful, and I know she wants to be the first to get some on her plate.
I put the salad down, and Nash puts down what he has in his hands. Amy places the gnocchi bowl right by the seat she plants her butt in.
“I’m ready if you guys are ready.” She smiles up at us, and the rest of the group take our seats around the table. Amy goes for the gnocchi first, as expected, and everyone else starts to load up their plates. We pass around the food until everyone is satisfied.
“I hope you like the food, guys. The cook and I did our best to make something yummy,” I say with a smile.
“It’s delicious,” Amy reassures me. We all start eating. It’s quiet for a few moments as knives and forks come into contact with plates.
“Oh, it’s so good, Nell. You did a great job!” Amy smiles at me.
“Yeah, it’s amazing,” Colt compliments.
“Thanks, guys. I’m so happy you like it.”
“Good work, baby,” Nash whispers to me. I secretly smile, most pleased that Nash is so happy. He works hard to make sure I’m comfortable, and I want to do what I can to return the favor.
“Sorry to just throw this out there randomly but can you guys believe how coincidental this all is? I just think it’s the universe throwing some good vibes back at us.” Colt smiles at my best friend. “Amy’s been getting me on this spiritual, astrology kick,” he adds. “She did my chart the other day. I barely understood it, but apparently, it all makes sense.”
“It does! You’re a little aloof, but not mean or anything. Unless you have to be. Also, it had a lot of markers when it came to your business.”
“Jaybird?” Nash interjects with his eyebrows raised.
“Yes, Jaybird. Colt is an amazing co-owner, right?” Amy giggles.
“He is.”
“You both are. It’s written in the stars. It’s so cool that you guys get to work with motorcycles. And Nash, I can’t believe you got Nellie to ride one. She’s always been deathly afraid of them.” I flinch a little bit because I never told Nash how deep my fear of bikes went.
